February is one of my favorite months. We don’t usually do much for Valentine’s Day. My love has an issue with ‘made up’ holidays. He once told me he doesn’t need anyone to tell him when to express his love and appreciation.
We began dating February 28th, 1981. He approached me at lunch while I was sitting with my friends in the high school cafeteria. I felt a presence behind me and turned to see what was going on. I remember looking up, way up and seeing his deep blue eyes gazing down at me. He had an easy smile, beach blonde shaggy hair and a very fit body. His chest was thick and his arms were huge. It took some effort not to melt onto the litter strewn floor.
With supreme confidence, he asked me on a date for Saturday night. Little did we know that was the beginning of something really special.
By the time Valentine’s day rolled around on the calendar, I knew my love. I’d already been showered with cards and gifts – some he handmade, some purchased on a whim. He wrote me poetry and long letters during boring classes or at night when our parents were using the phone. (Our kids never had the torture of one phone line per household). When we discussed his dislike for ‘Hallmark’ holidays, I knew he wasn’t vying to get out of a special evening or purchasing a gift. Even at 16, my guy went his own way and didn’t give a damn about societal pressures.
After we’d graduated and we were choosing our wedding date, he bucked the norm again. He was adamant that we marry on the anniversary of our first date. By then it was 1984 and February 28th landed on a Tuesday. Tuesday is not the first day you think of for a wedding, but the date mattered to him. We were already catching flak from both families. Both of us had siblings that had married young and failed. Our loved ones didn’t want us to face the same fate. They argued, they bribed, but eventually they gave up and supported us. They even took off time from work to attend our Tuesday wedding.
This year we celebrate 32 married years together. Our love is stronger now than I ever imagined possible. And if you promise not to tell a soul, I’ll divulge a secret – our love is hotter too. Time hasn’t dampened the flame. Nor have we slipped into what others have described as a comfortable partnership. Oh, we are partners, no doubt about that, but the idea that marriage will evolve into a mostly celibate friendship is absolutely abhorrent to us. I need to be with my love intimately as often as our crazy life will allow.
Of course, his creativity and romantic nature always keeps it fresh and exciting. He was always a kinky guy who actively sought knowledge. About fifteen years ago, he learned about D/s. We’d been heading that way naturally, but now we had a name for it. A term to describe our emotions and tendencies.
The more he learned, the more we talked, the hotter sex became. I suppose it only makes sense that the stories I write are D/s. I’m happier than I thought possible and I want to share that with others. (Before the hate mail pours in – believe me I know D/s isn’t for everyone and I’d never suggest it is. It’s one of the reasons why I try to make sure the back cover of my books mention BDSM or D/s so consumers know what they’re getting if they read a story of mine.)
It’s crazy to think I now have three book series on the market. Eleven, hot, Dominant men who meet and eventually capture the hearts of their subbie. Six of the men are from the Desired Discipline series, three from Master’s Touch and two so far from the Bound for Justice series. They are available from most retailers, but you can find the entire collection easily at amazon.com/author/toricarson
After being asked by several readers where they could buy nipple nooses with bells that tinkle and other fun toys, I guess it wasn’t a huge jump that we opened an erotic shop. We add new products all the time. If you’re so inclined, I hope you’ll check it out. https://www.etsy.com/shop/DesiredDiscipline
Whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not, I hope you find a special way to celebrate your love.